"Mary. All my life, I've thought of you almost as if you were my
mother." he began as he gently took her other hand in his. "But right now,
for the first time I can remember, I'm glad to know that you're not.
Because if you were my mother for real, I wouldn't be able to do ...
this...."
The tall young man leaned forward and kissed Mary on the lips with as
much desire as he had felt towards any woman. It was definitely not the
kiss of a son.
Surprised for a moment by the kiss, Mary had only the slightest
hesitation before she responded in kind. A.C. in turn was startled to
find Mary's tongue pressing between his lips but happy to open them enough
to permit it's passage. He felt Mary take his left hand and slide it up
and under her shirt, placing the flesh of his outstretched palm against
that of her naked and ample breast.
A bridge had been crossed. A decision made. Whatever the morning dawn
brought, neither of them would regret it.
The interplay of tongues between them was electric as two sets of hands
explored each others body. The soft flesh beneath Mary's shirt seemed on
fire as A.C. played with her bounty. His thumbs pressed against her
nipples, marveling at their size as he imagined how nice they were going to
feel in his mouth.
Unable to wait any longer, A.C. grabbed the side of Mary's shirt and
pulled it upward, exposing one of the white globes to the cool air
conditioned air. Mary's breast was capped with one of the widest areolas
he'd ever seen, over two inches across. In the center was a long thick
nipple as large as that on a baby bottle.
"You are so beautiful." A.C. exclaimed as he planted a soft kiss on the
top of Mary's exposed globe.
A loud sign erupted from Mary as she felt the wetness engulf her mound.
It'd been so long since she'd known any touch other than her own. She
closed her eyes and savored the sensation. As A.C. made no effort to
quickly expose her other breast, it was obvious that he was going to take
his time. His tongue darted to and fro, tracing wide circles around the
large nipple. Then he would tickle it directly before taking it whole into
his eager mouth once again.
Like a babe seeking nourishment, the younger man nurtured at the source
of motherhood. Each movement of his tongue, each nip of his teeth, send
long absent sensations though Mary's reclining form.
"Oh, this feels good." Mary moaned as she laid back with her eyes closed
and just enjoyed the feel of A.C.'s attentions.
A few minutes later, A.C. finally exposed her other ample breast and
repeated his performance. The result of which was to send Mary further
into a blissful state.
Again and again he covering her flesh with his warm mouth, leaving a
trail of warm saliva. A.C. buried his face in the valley between her
breasts and drank deeply of the mixture of perfume and sweat. It was an
inebriating aroma.
Her eyes still closed, Mary ran her hands across the back of her young
lovers head, guiding his tongue to her most sensitive areas.
Lifting his head, Mary pulled her shirt completely off. With a wide
smile on her face the now topless woman eased A.C. back onto the sofa
cushion. Duplicating his own actions, she slid his own shirt up over his
chest, exposing a well developed set of pecs and apps.
She leaned over and kissed him lightly. Continuing downward, she kissed
each of his nipples and gave them a playful lick as well. A.C. had never
considered his own nipples as a sexual area before. It was an idea he
would have to look at more in the future. Right now, Mary had a more
immediate goal. Kissing her way down across his flat stomach, the blonde
paused at the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, taking
his boxers with them.